A Silver Lining in an Unforgettable Evening

Part 2 of 2

The next morning, asked a teary-eyed Deena, “Won’t you look at me?”

Kelly, not bothering to look up from his phone, responded, “Tell me, I’m listening.”

Without another word, Deena got down from the bed, struggled with her thongs for a couple of seconds, got them right finally, and walked up to join Kelly on the two-seater sofa. She sat and stared at him hard and long, and robotically, the dam within her eyes burst open. Kelly finally looked up at her, and shook his head upwards as though asking her “What?” Deena stayed mute. She had no explanations and justifications for what had happened last night. She was clueless as to how could she make up to Kelly after the series of inane blunders she had committed. She did not know what to say to him as there seemed to be no words meaningful enough to apologize. Kelly decided to break the silence, “Do you remember what all you did last night?”

Deena replied through her tears, “Yes, I do vaguely remember. I kept howling, screaming, and crying all through the way back. I remember shaking the bike, while you kept telling me to hold you tight. I kept saying you’re mean, you’re rude, and I don’t wanna be with you over and over.”

Kelly asked with all the calmness he could muster, “Is that it you remember? Do you remember falling off from the bike and hurting your legs? Do you remember your feet weighing under the rear wheel, and despite me telling you repeatedly to pull your feet out, you just sat there going on about your crying? Do you remember walking all over the home aimlessly without any sense? Do you remember behaving like a drunkard?”

Kelly hadn’t raised his voice, but had definitely managed to convey the anger. Deena continued, tears pouring uncontrollably, “I know we are in an unfamiliar land, and this accident could have been fatal. What if the local police was strolling by? What if somebody from the pub had decided to complain to the police about us creating a ruckus there? What if it had been a freak bike accident resulting in major injuries? We would not have had anybody here to help us. I understand the mistake is grave enough that you may want to reconsider our relationship.”

Deena paused for breath, steadied herself, wiped her tears off, and asked Kelly the one question that was nagging inside her. “Do you still want to be together? Do you still want to be married?” She knew this was a step she had to take for all the trouble she gave Kelly last night, for all the misery she put him through, and for all the heights of tantrums Kelly bore without complaining even once. She could not bear the thought of Kelly going through any more of this wretchedness – all because of her.

She waited with baited breath for him to respond.

Kelly answered without a split second’s hesitation, “I want to. There is not an ounce of doubt that I would leave you – under no circumstances, and no exceptions. But I’m not sure, if you feel the same way. Do you remember the things you kept telling last night?”

Deena replied, “Yes. I kept saying you’re mean, you’re rude, and I don’t wanna be with you over and over. Please do not take that to face-value. I have no idea what I would do without you. I cannot imagine a living without you. I don’t care under what conditions and what circumstances we stay. As long as you take me with you, I can cope with anything. There is just no question of leaving you.” Deena continued, “You had gone out of your way to plan for us impeccably for our evening of togetherness. It was ruined because of me. I’ve made my mistake, and I’ve learnt my lesson. I know the series of unfortunate incidents were the best of the lot that could happen to us. I’m really sorry, and I promise this irresponsibility would never occur again.”

Kelly looked at Deena for a long time, and pulled her into a rib-cracking hug. Deena who he could not separate from despite a mountain-fall, his Deena who laughed so easily even at the crappiest of his humor, the Deena who had wooed him like no other girl could ever charm him, the very same Deena whom he still considered as his child.


A Silver Lining in an Unforgettable Evening

Part 1 of 2

You’re mean. Flash. You’re so mean, you’re so rude. Flash. I don’t wanna be with you. Flash.

The incessant tears, the earsplitting howls, the childish stubbornness – memories from last night flooded vaguely back into Deena’s head. As she tried waking up to the bright sunny day, it took a valiant effort on her part in the phase where she had to open her eyes. The daylight seemed much too bright and burned her eyes the moment she tried opening them. After what seemed like an eternity, her eyes helped her out. Deena’s head throbbed; it felt as though she was being knocked on the veins with a hammer second after second. She sat up on the bed and her sense of balance departed her; Deena swayed before she could clutch onto the bed spread for support. As she gained control, she closed her eyes and opened them again.

Sitting in front of Deena on the two-seater sofa, fiddling with his phone was Kelly. Kalyan whom she was so besotted with, her Kalyan who could laugh with Deena and make her laugh for no reason, the Kalyan for whom Deena had discovered profound and unconditional love, the very same Kalyan whom Deena had privately rechristened Kelly for the sole reason of making his appeal sound outwardly sexier.

This morning as Deena woke up Kelly didn’t even spare her a glance. Deena knew this was no ordinary day, for their typically usual days were those where Kelly would greet her mornings by squeezing her much so that she would gasp for air, he would plant a kiss with much force to the point that would leave his teeth (or sometimes just red) marks on Deena’s cheeks. Nonetheless the wiser, Deena knew today would be different. As she kept staring at Kelly with eyes that begged him to look, merely glance, at her just once, Deena recounted the incidents of the previous night.

Although the memories were faint, Deena recalled the two of them having the perfect (oh yes, it indeed was ‘the perfect’, Deena thought to herself) dinner by the serene beach – an ASEAN-inspired cuisine complemented with a bottle of red wine. Deena recollected laughing limitlessly like a child while Kelly froze those moments behind the photographic lenses. She also recalled playing at the beach immersing her feet in the gentle lapping waves losing control, just like an infant would while crawling, and sitting with a soft thud wetting her dress. Some distance away, Deena also recalled hearing cheers and claps encouraging her to go on about her thudding again. At that distance, she could faintly make out they were two old men sitting by the pub enjoying their drinks, while she served as their ‘entertainer’. Her eyes lighting up, Deena told Kelly of the urge to meet the two guys and acknowledge their friendliness in this unfamiliar ASEAN land. Kelly was much too happy to oblige. As he cleared the dinner cheque, Deena waddled towards the pub.

The two men who turned out to be natives of Greater Britain greeted Deena with much gusto and soon the trio was joined by Kelly. Deena’s lurid laughter buzzed like a contagious infection around the pub while she downed five shots dedicated to K.E.L.L.Y. The evening was turning out to be by-far one of the best ones for the two of them; the company of the two youthful oldies proving to be as good as the cherry on top. As the evening was approaching its closure, tables turned. Kelly could not have anticipated the intensities of devastation it could strike, especially when he had so carefully planned this evening.

Deena began wailing as Kelly voiced out loud it was time to go home. Deena was in no mood to leave; she was having way too much fun to call it a day this quick. Kelly, on the other hand, was starting to get worried about Deena and more so, as he had to ride back on a two-wheeler while ensuring her safety. The company of the two elders abandoned, Deena walked out of the pub bawling and howling. Kelly wordlessly cleared the cheque at the pub and ran behind Deena. He saw her sitting at the footsteps of the pub still crying loudly enough to wake up the entire street. Asking her to wait there, Kelly ran towards the parking to get his bike. When he came back, Deena was nowhere to be found. He asked the bartender at the pub who pointed at the direction in which Deena had proceeded. Racing the bike onwards, Kelly found Deena outside one of the shops that had closed for the day. He asked her to get on the bike and hold him tight. Deena was absolutely in her own world to oblige.

To be continued…

Marry Me?

Come November, and December seems somehow closer. The chilly mornings, the just-another-five-minutes of snuggling within the furry comforter, a witness to the circumscribed days when the sun struggles against the clouds to fight for its share of limelight, and the settling buzz of the New Year in the air are a few ways in which Mother Nature proclaims out loud, Winter’s Here! However, if I were to take a step back and rewind nature’s being to the tenth month of the Gregorian Calendar, October, there is a downright alteration in the scenario. Trees without leaves and leaves strewn over the ground ranging from shades of yellow to brown – the season of Autumn.

Conversely, this near zero-meter above sea-level metropolitan city experiences an altogether different season – Rains. Cloudy daylights and skies, potholed and puddled pathways, sluggish mood sets that mock and demean one’s workplace, breeze in the drizzle yet a dampness in the air…Sigh! I could go on and on about it. Anyways, coming back to the point, it was precisely a year back in this month when Pachai and Manjal tied the knot.

As I flip back through the pages, my mind races to the flashback. It has been a year of figuring out each others’ better-known and unknowns, a year of dwelling through different temperaments and seasons, and above all, a year of realization of yearning to spend the rest of their lives together. Over the din of the wedding bells, the blurred images of exchanging rings, and the moment when He knotted the first of the three ties of the sacred yellow thread around Her neck, the one element that fills my head even today is the customized Invite they designed for their marriage – Manjal’s first-ever inspired piece of writing depicting their cryptic journey that set the eternal pace.

Here goes what read on the Invitation card titled Marry Me?


When you said Hi, it meant nothing meaningful
lost amongst the crowd, yet mulled over a bunch of handfuls.

When you smiled, my eyes crinkled wide apart together
just the way they would, to the best of my other.

When you spoke, a twinkle in your eye and a dance on your lips
acknowledged as a mirror reflection, with a skip of a beat and a fraction of a nip.

When you decided to hold my hand through the knotty maze
soft and firm, yet warm enough to set the eternal pace.

When you defined yourself to be patient as an armour’s sheath
overwhelmed by the encasing, all wind knocked out of my breath.

Continuity set in the tête-à-tête, revealed the besotted adore
inner beats impeded for a second, had not I seen fore.

Intending to spill out your ‘super’ news to your friend-she
did we have any idea, that was meant to be ME?!

The journey, set onwards to grow old together
as we join hands on this glorious occasion, with pleasure.